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christmas poetry

ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
veja, eles retornam
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
deixe-nos plantar
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
sad são que sabem não o amor
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso

 



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